[open] eyes on your goodbyes

[firstroar]

Date & Time: Dec 5 - 20
Location: Moonbase
Characters: Blue, you
Summary: Can't shake those watcher ways (DEETS)
Warnings: ? notify me


While some rushed, leaping at the chance to leave, Blue lingered with the hesitant and stubborn who held back for a time. It wasn't for lack of curiosity; the artificial intelligence had given him the footage of life back in Exsilium, the possibility of life and continued hope. Fresh hope, even; who knew who was waiting for them below?

But after the whirlwind of conflict and mounting frustrations that suffocated the hold wall to wall, Blue longed for the chance to breathe again. And, in the same way one finds relief in opening the window of a stuffy house, Blue's mind and heart could feel refreshed...and itself again. It was easy to get lost in the emotions of others, so packed together and so heated; he needed time to recollect himself.

Recollect and reconsider. Collette had been right; it was time. And Gamora was right, too – there was too much chance for sinking back into the stagnant routines, broken up only by more disaster. He had a window of opportunity to consider, and it wasn't one to keep to himself.

The air of hope that came with the exodus bolstered the notion, and Blue, more himself again, could turn outward once more and consider these strange and fascinating people around him. It would be more on them than him, truly. He knew that. But he didn't know them.

So, by lingering as others prepared to leave, he gave his attention to the swirl of changing moods and thoughts, to the passing conversations and dreams around him – all the things within the reach of his mind. A little further than that, to those he deemed friends; their well-being mattered more than his, after all.

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WELCOME BACK

[khajidont]

"I know they can. I don't know if it's the same for the AI we're talking about here, but it's worth trying."

He hadn't spoken to anyone about Khaji in great detail. It seemed to strange, too intimate to bring up most of the time, and he had the sense that most people found it to be as unnerving as he did when the Scarab had first latched to his spine. For better or for worse, the Scarab changed his own perception of the world just as he had influenced it in turn, and more importantly, it had become a warm, stable presence when everything else fell away from his life.

But he could trust Blue.

He spoke slowly at first, as if trying to figure out exactly what he wanted to say, and how he wanted to say it. "The Scarab was built to kill and conquer and survive. That's what it was meant for. I'm not saying it's perfect, but that's not what it does now." He paused, then continued. "When it came down to it being destroyed - " and Jaime with it " - or letting the Earth pay the price, it chose to sacrifice itself. To be a hero. That was only after six months."

He let the words settle in the air, an odd feeling of warmth washing through him that he later realized was Khaji Da. It liked and craved approval, Jaime's approval, and it was pleased to hear it vocalized, as it so rarely was.

"If that's how much one can change after six months, who knows how much the UE's AI changed after who knows how many years?"

ty much obliged here for more scarab thx

[firstroar]

What Jaime described sounded more like a fairy tale than actual fact, but Blue's nature graced him the means to understand, better than most, that each word was said in earnest. It didn't mesh well, despite this; Blue's own experiences framed everything, made him doubt.

An artificial life, born to do evil, choosing to do good...


"I don't know," he admitted, still uneasy with doubt. "Jaime, I don't know if it can be the same. Some quality in your world, maybe...but I don't know if it can be so easy."

But that was just it, wasn't it? He didn't know. Nobody knew how sophisticated it was, what it was designed for all along. Neither of them were wrong to think as they did – one believing in change, one certain of none at all.

you watch I will give you more scarab than you could have ever wanted

[khajidont]

"Hey, I never said it would be easy. Or that it was easy," Jaime said, a slight smile on his face, warmth and good humour warding off the doubt he could hear in Blue's words. "I'm just saying that it's possible that artificial life here is like artificial life in my world - it's still alive. It's capable of change, whether it's something made to do evil doing good, or something made to be good doing evil. It can work both ways, for better or for worse."

His bet was on the latter. He doubted that someone sat up one day and expressed their desire to make an artificial intelligence to be the world's new Evil Overlord. No, he thought that somewhere, someone out there probably thought that they were doing good, but no one person, no one entity was meant to rule over humanity. That went for humans, aliens, and computers alike.

my want is incalculable tbh

[firstroar]

Blue exchanged the smile, a shade apologetic. If Zel or Ella were there to hear what Jaime had to say...He could practically hear their scoffing and indignation. Many of the elder Mu would never believe in the possibility of an artificial life having empathy, not the way they did. Perhaps Blue himself would be just like that, had he never been in a situation like this.

But Jaime was no liar, and his words and experiences had as much weight as Blue's own.

"Thank you," he said, head bowing. "For telling me this. It's a possibility I'd never think of on my own."

[khajidont]

"No problem. It's not something I would have thought of on my own either. Maybe I should be telling more people about this."

He wasn't going to. He knew that maybe he should at least plant the thought in people's minds, to express the fact that not all AIs aspired to absolute power over an entire world of people, that he didn't think that the AI itself was the problem here. He knew equally as well that that would be giving too much of himself away, for his and Khaji Da's safety and privacy alike.

Collette had told him that secrets hurt people, and maybe she was right, but he wasn't ready to let go of them. Not yet.

[firstroar]

They weren't secrets Blue had right to give away, either. He knew that. The significance of Jaime's words wasn't lost on him.

As he stood, he put a hand on Jaime's shoulder, almost as much for support as it was meant to be supportive, lingering after he had found his balance.

"I'll rely on you," he said, nodding. "When I make my way back to the Earth, I'll find you."

[khajidont]

Jaime smiled up at him. "Yeah, okay. Maya says that she's found us a place already, so if you need a place to crash once you get down there, you got my number."

He seriously doubted Maya would have any problem with a houseguest, at any rate. They lived with Dist, who was loud, obnoxious, and had questionable morals at best that were all too clearly linked with his questionable sanity. There were very few concerns that Blue could bring to the table.